There are so many times I want to cry
to pack my bags and hope I’ll die.
No friends no love no one to stand
for me when I have been done wrong.
The pain creeps in more, day by day,
wondering who’s hands will lay
to push me down into the dirt
until all my fears have been mad worst.
I smile like It’s all god “I’m fine”
is what I say to hide these tears,
the ones that goes beyond the seas, for the pain I feel is much more worst.
who am I? A little child who is all alone I have no place, friend, love to call my own.
I’m sad, but yes I have to smile so everyone will think that I am fine.